[ Wait, what! He hadn't expected him to change positions so suddenly, and he would have certainly preferred to be the one to initiate it. But the position and the feeling of Childe's tongue right between his cheeks feels nice, and of course he's letting out a moan shortly after ]
[ his response is muffled, of course, and there’s a laugh that follows, because, ok, sure!, but this is much more fun - keeping Scaramouche on his toes. Childe spreads him further, dipping his tongue into him and fucking him with it. he could probably get off on this alone, honestly. scara will even have the pleasure of watching him get hard all over again. ]
[ he reaches around to finger the tip of scaramouche’s cock, pressing against the slit and smearing any precum that leaks out. ]
[ It's taking a certain amount of willpower for him not to just fuck himself on his tongue, but he doesn't want to break his neck so he at least behaves, hole twitching around him from time to time but he's good at not putting his weight back on him.
There's a soft, pleased sigh at his good work, and of course he's enjoying seeing him getting hard just from pleasing him like this. ]
[ he dedicates another couple of seconds to ensuring scaramouche is thoroughly prepared, eventually moving him off his face and into his lap as he sits up. he laughs, light and airy, arms coiling around him and holding him in place as he purrs his answer, ] I am. And you are too, I hope. [ he noses scaramouche’s neck, eying the bruises still there from the night before. ]
Will you let me put a cockring on you while we play?
[ given how hard he is, he really has nothing to doubt about how much he's enjoying himself. He doesn't even protest when Childe adjusts him again - instead, he moves along with him, helping him easily ]
You're experimenting on me, Tartaglia? I'd have expected that from Dottore, not you.
[ and he really shouldn't give Childe the chance to see him desperate and on edge, that's too much trust given to him. But he's having fun, and he decides why not? It's something he has more control over than the pheromones ]
[ his ears fall flat in an instant and he leers at the back of scara’s head. ] Don’t compare me to him. I’m nothing like him. [ and he’ll pinch both of his nipples with a frustrated growl for even having said it. ]
I know you’re a sadist, but… you like a little pain here and there too, don’t you… [ to feel properly *alive*. he produces a cockring, but doesn’t put it on him just yet… instead jerking him off first to get him suitably hard. ] If you want to come you’ll just have to ask, but I want to see how much you can take. [ and then he fits it nicely in place. ]
[ the first thing childe does is remove the bullet vibrators from his own nipples, flicking the tape aside and bringing them down to scaramouche’s ass. ] Where’s the remote for these, Scara, do you want to still hang on to it?
[ His breath hitches as he pinches his nipples, body trembling slightly once Childe starts jerking him off. He's trying not to show how much the conversation and situation is getting to him, but Childe isn't wrong. He just likes to pretend he has all the power ]
[ smirks against the side of his head as he fits both of the vibes into him. ] Am I hot or cold right now… [ and once they’re both in he’ll start idly tracing the right outer ring of his asshole. ]
[ he uses his other hand to search him, sliding it along his sides and over his thighs, spreading them that much further, because why not. ] You enjoyed seeing me totally debauched by your hand, didn't you? And you wonder why I want to see the same... because you're going to look so good, Scaramouche.
[ as soon as he finds it he brings it to his lips for a kiss… and then he turns it on. he starts low, but it likely won’t stay like that for very long. ] And you don’t think I can get you begging for it without the use of my pheromones?
[ ah, fuck. He doesn't know if this is nicer or more cruel than what he did to him but feeling them vibrate inside of him has his breath catching up, taking a few moments to even address the question ]
Can’t, oh, Scaramouche… I can’t believe you have no faith in me. I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong. [ he scoops him up and gets to his feet, standing right in front of the mirror he had brought in earlier as he spreads his legs that much wider. ]
I aim to prove you wrong. [ he widens his own stance, aligning himself with scara’s hole before rolling his hips and starting to fill him inch by inch. ] I wonder how great it’ll feel to have them so deep.
[ shit. He hadn't expected him to use his same tactics against him!! There's something incredibly lewd about seeing his reflection while Childe spreads him open like that and fills him up and unsurprisingly, once more he's out of breath.
He can't help the soft moan that escapes past his lips, back arching and body trembling slightly at the feeling of being filled up like that. And maybe it's worse that he's not doing it all in one go, because the anticipation is just about killing him. ]
…that’s not how you beg. [ chuckles, finally filling Scaramouche completely. he just stands there, letting him see how good he looks on his own dick. ] Hey Scara… [ turns the vibes up to their max setting and just smirks, making sure he sees himself slowly falling apart. ] You look so good like this.
[ If it weren't for the ring around his cock he would have cum right there and there. Instead he just lets out a sharp cry, biting on his lip as he clenches around his cock.
This bastard.
He's so big too, he's really feeling like he's falling apart ]
[ childe smirks, kissing the side of his head as Scaramouche clenches around him, nearly sending him over the edge. ]
Hm, didn’t come, [ he knows he can’t, he’s just being a bastard. ] I guess I haven’t filled you enough. [ he eases out of Scaramouche and sets him down, patting his ass before going to take a look around the room. ] Let’s see what else I can find for your greedy little ass.
[ being unable to come is already bad enough, but having Childe pull out of him just makes it that much worse and he can't help the whine that escapes past his lips.
He wants to ask him to fuck him properly - toys aren't enough, after all, but he doesn't want to give in so easily.
It's a good thing that he already set him down, because otherwise he'd have fallen on the ground ]
Oh, [ he turns to look at him from a closet full of assorted dildos. ] I must have forgotten. [ like hell he forgot. ] But I did find something you might like. [ he returns to Scaramouche and takes a knee, holding up the sizeable canine dildo. ] Kind of resembles my ‘big cock’, huh. I bet you hate being so empty so I’ll stuff this thing inside you, so you can focus on sucking my dick. [ roughly grabs a handful of his hair to jerk his head back and kiss him, hard. ]
[ he's clearly enjoying the rough treatment, but he's not going to give in so easily. So though he kisses him back, he's biting him, his hand going to grip on his shoulder as he kisses him roughly, clearly trying to get control back ]
-ah! [ gasps into his mouth as scaramouche bites him, precome leaking out of his own dick as the taste spreads between them. oh, that's new. he shudders, pressing harder and closer, trying to chase more of that wonderful taste. ] Easy. [ he murmurs against his lips, pinching one of his nipples to try to get scaramouche to stop, because he's not in control anymore and childe is certainly not handing the reins back. he brings the dildo to his ass, worming it against his hole and trying to press it in. ] You'll suck my dick, right, Scara, like the good little cock whore you are?
[ There's obvious satisfaction in his eyes at Childe's reaction, and it only encourages him further - though he does behave once he's pinched. He lets out another soft noise as he feels the dildo against his hole and he can't quite hide his eagerness to be filled in again. ]
[ and that's exactly why childe is, once again, easing it into him. he takes it even slower this time, eager to see him squirm, since he hadn't acknowledged his comment. clearly this is punishment. ] You already knew I was a masochist, Scara, so of course I'd get off on you biting me.
[ it works in getting him impatient, the stretch feeling good but not enough, and he sucks his bresth in, shooting him a glare that’s supposed to be menancing ]
Fine. I’ll be your eager little cock slit, so hurry up.
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You could have — simply agreed, you know.
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[ he reaches around to finger the tip of scaramouche’s cock, pressing against the slit and smearing any precum that leaks out. ]
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There's a soft, pleased sigh at his good work, and of course he's enjoying seeing him getting hard just from pleasing him like this. ]
Aah ... you're really - enjoying yourself, aren't you?
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Will you let me put a cockring on you while we play?
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You're experimenting on me, Tartaglia? I'd have expected that from Dottore, not you.
[ and he really shouldn't give Childe the chance to see him desperate and on edge, that's too much trust given to him. But he's having fun, and he decides why not? It's something he has more control over than the pheromones ]
Go ahead.
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I know you’re a sadist, but… you like a little pain here and there too, don’t you… [ to feel properly *alive*. he produces a cockring, but doesn’t put it on him just yet… instead jerking him off first to get him suitably hard. ] If you want to come you’ll just have to ask, but I want to see how much you can take. [ and then he fits it nicely in place. ]
[ the first thing childe does is remove the bullet vibrators from his own nipples, flicking the tape aside and bringing them down to scaramouche’s ass. ] Where’s the remote for these, Scara, do you want to still hang on to it?
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If you want it — you're going to have to find it.
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Hot.
I kept the remote - with me ... While I watched you.
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I got nothing on you. You were so needy — you even begged for me.
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I — know you can't.
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I aim to prove you wrong. [ he widens his own stance, aligning himself with scara’s hole before rolling his hips and starting to fill him inch by inch. ] I wonder how great it’ll feel to have them so deep.
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He can't help the soft moan that escapes past his lips, back arching and body trembling slightly at the feeling of being filled up like that. And maybe it's worse that he's not doing it all in one go, because the anticipation is just about killing him. ]
F-fuck off.
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This bastard.
He's so big too, he's really feeling like he's falling apart ]
I - always look good.
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Hm, didn’t come, [ he knows he can’t, he’s just being a bastard. ] I guess I haven’t filled you enough. [ he eases out of Scaramouche and sets him down, patting his ass before going to take a look around the room. ] Let’s see what else I can find for your greedy little ass.
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He wants to ask him to fuck him properly - toys aren't enough, after all, but he doesn't want to give in so easily.
It's a good thing that he already set him down, because otherwise he'd have fallen on the ground ]
You know I can't come.
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Bet you'd get off of it if I ended up biting you.
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Fine. I’ll be your eager little cock slit, so hurry up.
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